How can I save you, my brother.
I am trying to save myself.
Can I save us both, my brother.

I reach down to grab you, pull you out of the hell I inhabit myself.

You will never be too far gone, my brother.
Just do not lose grip.
Don't slip through my hands, my brother.

We all want these years back,
if need be I will carry you on my back, my brother.
We all desire to be cut a little slack,
too many brothers depart from me not in tact.

My dreams are as real as fact.
We all face our abyss and look back hopefully,
in triumph,
this abyss will not hold our gaze, my brother.

How may I help you, my self.
Do you need to count days on a chain?
Will this help or be another attempt in vain,
and you'll be back on the train,
to the badlands of our city,
the streets you still yearn and groan to roam.